But i still wanna party and get fucked up
You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck
All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed
Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet
I'mma get on my zombie shit, wait, here's my carcass
While theese rappers just sit around and party, they're jobless
From this world and lets make a planet rock,
Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot
And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap
And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that
He dont want the diamonds
And roll all my own blunts
Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.
With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes
I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti
Than her dad cries and says fine, and we go in the back for the after party,
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